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66: Dangerous Territoryi slither like a snake through the glass
slicing through my scales, i writhe
underneathe my serpentine light
i twist and twine myself
à travers vous
sing to me, my queen
tell me to dance for you
into the night i'll run away;
this is dangerous territory, ma douce...
glittering with envy
interlaced with lust
guilty pleasure, sweet diamond;
my tongue requires a taste, love
oh, my dear
confusion wrapped in chocolate,
all silver walls de la perfección;
feed me your secrets,
i'll spit you solid gold lies,
and yes, they're real,
like my crystalline fangs
all the better to
vous mordre avec,
ah, the desire
shining in summertime;
come to commit the greatest crime
burning in blizzards,
here i am, sparkling in sin
sweat glistening on your skin...
love and lust, fiery and raw
donnez-moi tout de toi
65: A moment in timeif you have no weakness,
then all you have is failure, because
if you don't have a weakness
what do you have to be
it's a part of being alive;
otherwise you're dead.
the happiness that emotion can grant you is insurmountable,
just as the sadness can be just as deep;
but you have to take the good with the bad
or know neither
everyone feels alone at some point
this is difficult.
im not the only one;
this conversation is going nowhere.
lemon, lime, and little bits of rum;
im starving from high expectations
she's just scared, you know
she doesn't want them to know:
she doesn't believe it;
so tell her that.
unwhipped, it would be hell and chaos;
what exactly are you leading the relationship into?
sleepy, silly confusing you;
newscasters and idiots,
money--but that's about it for caring.
I hate it when people hate me
reversal? me hate people
when it hate I?
society's witty response is always
maybe they're right
64: Frosti envy thee,
unbeknownst to your enemies;
the wolf, he stalks you in the snows--
pawprints and owl woes.
pines secluded in the white
mysterious birds taking flight;
i seek thee out,
hiding in the dove bird's drought;
singest to me in devil's cant--
yearn for me, my supplicant.
burrow your head into the trees
haunting your memories;
angry eyes of frostbitten animal
your fear is so deliciously tangible.
i long for thee,
tangled into your debris;
shadowed in your snowy plateau--
there's nothing more i need to know.
frozen fingers withhold their doubt
bring me close and let me out;
icy air breathes with my heart
i see that your forestry plays it's part.
back to the wolf once more;
his teeth lust for heaven's whore.
i burn for thee,
give me your winter sea;
gazing at me with scorn, i see--
i'm the one escapee.
howl at the starry moon's fire
dancing with demons and desire;
instinctively, run in smoke
you only have everything to evoke.
laugh with glacial eyes;
echoing our distant cries.
63: Cold Embracefueled by betrayal,
he laughs hard enough
that I know he's hiding pain;
i want your cold embrace
bring me into your arms,
make me invisible
let me erase myself;
im not artistry, just sketched
perfection is an illusion,
look closely, and
you'll see the mistakes;
symmetry isn't natural
flaws scar your insides,
and sometimes i watch them bleed
lightning and gunshots are poisonous;
yet we do not secede
at loss for words,
i see no reason to continue
succumbing into science, curled;
we've lost the ability
to see magic in the world
62: Irregular Orbitbutterflies crowd me in my celestial mind,
their warp-heavy bodies pulsing against my arms,
as stars, lit by mere soullessness,
become keys into my heart
this movement is strange,
alien in it's heated dance;
i thought i hated you once.
yet here we all are,
lifted by feather weights into a
gravitational pull which none can escape,
with a chilled crack-heroin addiction clinging to us
making me shiver with delicate fire
i'm throbbing through emotional twins,
trying to decide which one is right for me,
i orbit around you irregularly;
spatially, we're divine.
in the darkest raccoon-eyed deltas,
swimming through the galaxies,
darting through black holes like arrows,
we shall declare our divination complete,
and taste the comets, icy yet sweet...
lost in your eyes like molten fire;
i'm sure i know what i desire
before you know true happiness,
you must know true pain
believe it or not,
you don't know me at all.
darkness can be light,
in the right circumstances.
in order to really see,
you have to be blind first.
is in the eyes of the beholder
but in this view
the artist's perception is skewed
your accuracy is numbing
since painkillers are free
i look into you
and you breathe into me
60: Exhaustionwhen you're so close--
to the edge you're practically
to finishing climbing up slimy walls of a prison pit, you can
to the end, you're practically
to happiness, you're practically
but who am i to tell you that?
one who has been in all these places and
hope is essential;
it'll get better,
but first it gets worse.
anger is essential;
to prove everything to everyone,
but first you must be strong.
strength is essential;
it takes strength to walk away,
but first, the best strength is to stay.
exhaustion is that moment when you realize
that all you have left to give
59: Challengedi am the hidden.
we are the ones that live on the edge,
buried in your sewer grating,
waiting for you to drop your riches
so we may snatch them away...
i am the dead.
we are the ones that have jeweled eyes;
shining, but cold to the touch,
seeking out each of your weaknesses
so we may sink our venomous teeth into you...
i am the young.
we are the ones that dance with that
secretive creature, with satiny fur, & taunt it,
blazing red eyes it has, which speak of the lust that scars it's core
so we many stoke it and burn in the flames that consume us...
i am the lying.
we are the ones that have ice in our hearts,
never to melt away to reveal it's stony loneliness,
running towards disaster and damnation,
so we may scream out murder in longing joy...
i am the challenged.
we are the ones who are few, who stay as human as we
possibly can in this wretched place, who open our hearts and close our eyes,
hoping that we won't be torn apart by the claws of society's voices, hoping we'll live,
58: Heartfelt apology
these things hurt.
especially when you're in pain already.
it doesn't matter if you're right or wrong,
it doesn't matter if you won or lost.
these apologies come from the core,
and they sting.
especially when you're questioning if you should be mumbling
in the first place.
And yet, i was sorry,
i'm just not sure why. my reasoning
is clouded, and
i'm forever stuck in the sky.
i've never felt so much pain,
and yet, i've never been so happy.
my glass bottle of a heart is burning,
into something even more fragile.
but i'm not sure if this meltdown
will make it more ugly,
or more beautiful.
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